Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Put On Your Warpaint.

god how I have missed Fall Out Boy. I’m so glad they’re back together, it’s like my entire emo-phase was worth something. No wonder I had all these badass story ideas. I’m almost wanting to write Cassie’s final adventure – but no, not allowed. Got to finish Recto Verso before I do that. All part of the master plan.
There were all these things I wanted to talk about – write about – here, but now they’ve all disappeared from my head. Something about Facebook making me realise how strange life is, how fickle. Been going on Writers Cafe a lot more which I don’t think it particularly a good thing. I should really start studying for the IB soon… it’s only a month away. Crazy times.
Also, Game of Thrones Series 3 came out on the 31st of March. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I’ve only seen the first episode but it looks like it’s going to be as good as the two series’ that have already come out. I just wish GRRM would hurry up and write the next book – it’s not like he has to go Uni, complete the IB, work over the summer and do countless other things. Nope. But I guess that’s not fair really, seeing as he does have a load of other things to do. Life does seem to get in the way of what we truly want to do. But according to this article: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/game-of-thrones/9945808/Game-of-Thrones-Interview-with-George-RR-Martin.html 
There is an explanation as to why he takes so long to write each book. I mean even I don’t read over every other chapter done by the character before I continue the story. Which I would think was probably very good to get into the character’s head, but still quite time-consuming.
Why do I always feel at my best when listening to fairly angry music? That’s so weird. But I think it explains why I’ve been all over the place, listening to all this peaceful music that comes from Fam. Not peaceful, probably depressing. But definitely chilled, and definitely not the kind of motivation I need. I need this - sweet guitar chords and heavy drums, hit the high hat, sing about misery. Yep.

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